Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song True Mc's , by - Panjabi MC. Song from the album Panjabi MC: The Album, in the genre Восточная музыкаRelease date: 31.12.2002
Record label: PMC
Song language: English
True Mc's |
| Here come da sun, da crazy buddha smoker |
| Hoods roll down’n’turnin' out the folk-a |
| Got mixed vibes but the rhymes they be ringin' |
| I’m pumpin' out the sh… with the nozzle swingin' |
| Flavours they be rich like desi and water |
| So bust out the glitch & roll the next doodah |
| Right, drug got 'eavy |
| Back it up the road like a Chevy |
| 7, 8, rim bring the grins from the singer |
| Bouncin' all around with the crazy bass bin |
| I likes to check dem, rollin' around |
| Shakin' up the ground and cussin' em down |
| Like dat’s da way it’s cool with the fake DJs |
| Sellin out the dance for the radio plays |
| I’s from the street |
| I eat soiled meat |
| I slap those dogs in the high concrete |
| And I got souls for the stinkin' |
| But the hip-hop word like, whatevah |
| Roll a bag o' herbs in the king-size reefer |
| And toke upon da sh… like Omar Sharif-a |
| True MC’s are born to fight |
| Instead-a sellin' out to dance for the limelight |
| True MC’s are born to fight |
| Instead-a sellin' out to dance for the limelight |
| Boo-uh! |
| (Wailing/unintelligible) |
| Times they be fresh like Kool & The Gang |
| Back in the days when they used to get down |
| And nowadays they got men |
| Knockin' at my door, and cuffin' up my hand |
| Well they be suckahs and I be brown |
| Like James, trippin' on a funky sound |
| I gots the fat, dirty stinkin' fungus |
| Rollin' down my throat and growin' in my lungus |
| 47 rings from the bins when I swing |
| I thinks of the past when I smoke my tins |
| Nowadays I gets paid for the rhymes when I’m bouncin' |
| At times be trippin' like Richard Branson |
| So get off my sound, see |
| You know it ain’t yours |
| It belongs to the P |
| And the super-high court |
| Crips they be smilin coz they know they black’n |
| I rocks the party like (scratching) |
| When I walk the street I don’t fear no man |
| Coz I wear the steel bandit on my hand |
| It means «Original G», the Biz Markie |
| Sugar-free, Pepsi, max out my Sig |
| True MC’s are born to fight |
| Instead-a sellin' out the dance for the limelight |
| True MC’s are born to fight |
| Instead-a sellin' out to dance for the limelight |
| Instead-a sellin' out to dance for the limelight |
| Instead-a sellin' out to dance for the limelight |